He asked me to play some guitar and to sing to him before going to bed…
And I said no because I don’t do that often.
But as he was starting to get all twitchy, and slowly falling asleep-
I grabbed the guitar and started plucking away.
Only when I was sure that he was down for the count, I started to sing to him.
Some little off-the-cuff diddy about dreaming sweet, and seeing him when he wakes…
Ya, something like that.
It sounds mighty cheesy on paper, but, those moments are a certain kind of special.